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That the Iſles and Ireland shall riſe in the North,
And the Saxons ſeaſed into Brutes' lands.
When the moon is dark in the firſt of the number,
With four creſcents to eke forth the days,
And thrice ten, is ſelcouth to ſee,
With an L to Lowſe out the reſt of the number,
Syne let three and two thrieps as they will,
This is the true date that Merling oft tells,
And give to king Uter Arthurus' father,
And for to mean and muſe with theſe merry words,
For once Britain shall be in a new Knight's hands,
Whoſe hap to bide shall ſee with his eyes,
And Merling and Waldhave have ſaid of before,
And true Thomas told in his time after,
As Saint Beid in his book berieved the ſame,
Muſe on if you may for miſter you have,
I shall give you a token, that Thomas of tells,
When a lad with a lady shall go over the fields,
And many fair things weeping for dread,
For love of their dear friends lies looking on hills,
That it shall be woe for to tell the teind of their ſorrow,
Then shall be waſted their chief lands,
Where God curſes with his mouth, dead muſt follow.
Now wot thou, Waldhave, my will is way to paſs,
To wood-wilderneſs, where my way lies;
Then is Libberts three lamed for ever.
And the lion shall be lord and leader for ſooth,
And all Britain the broad shall him bow to,
And his barnage bold shall him bleſs keep,
Then shall fruit well and fashon of corne,
If freedom and friendship his fyance be holden,
Cry ye Chriſtian men of Chriſt, and honour our King,
Of all cures and cares, in this coaſt angers.
And thus he ſundered me frae, I fained no longer,
But I marvelled faſt at this fair head,
I ſtudied right ſtably, and all aſtonish'd thereof,
That I winked ere I wiſt, and wrought upon ſleep;
And when I wakened, written I found,
All theſe words on wax, wanted there none,
Brieved on a broad book, and on my breaſt laid,
Bleſſed be the breiver that the book wrote.
Then can I make more muſe, and melling therewith,
The firſt morning of May, this marvel I ſaw,